1. Journey into Cuckoldry - Legs Eleven


    Date: 4/30/2016, Categories: Cuckold, Author: JennyGently, Rating: 19, Source: LushStories

    they passed only feet away but Alice had no such problem. Her slim, sexy frame brushed against me as they passed and I saw her mouth the words ‘I love you’ before slipping something furtively into my hand. She looked happy and excited, glowing with overt sexuality and covert arousal. “I love you too!” I mouthed in return. I watched the couple walk slowly through the open French windows and into the house, briefly encounter Carmen in the lounge then pass through into the hallway and out of sight. So it was beginning, I thought. Alice was back with the best lover she had known and would soon once again be reaching those amazing orgasms that she craved. My tummy churned with the now-familiar mix of jealousy, arousal, anger and fear that made the cuckold’s life both heaven and hell. “Are you ok?” Gary asked quietly. I nodded then became aware of the little bundle in my hand. I opened it and was amused to see my wife’s new panties rolled into a small ball. They were damp. Instinctively, I raised them to my nose and inhaled deeply, filling my head with the strong, musky, slightly acrid smell of the woman I loved, massively aroused. “Alice says you can watch if you want to,” Carmen’s voice at my elbow was low and husky, “she’ll leave the door open so you can see but Mitch is nervous about you actually going into the room with them.” “Are they upstairs?” I asked, my heart thumping at the thought of seeing my wife with that well-endowed young man again. “In the guest room. Remember ...
    it?” I did indeed remember, the bulge in my pants making it obvious to the She-Devil whose hand gently squeezed my swelling groin. “Enjoy yourself,” she murmured, “Mister Cuckold!” I downed my remaining coffee in one gulp then followed it with what little brandy was left in my glass before turning to the astonished and anxious Gary. “I hope you... have a good evening,” I said softly then turned and went back into the house. “Good luck!” he called after me. Although I had tried to sound confident and experienced with Gary, my tummy was full of butterflies as I nervously climbed the stairs. The lights were out on the landing and all but one of the bedroom doors closed, but through that open door a rectangle of soft yellow-orange light was cast onto the carpet. Just beyond the edge of the patch of light stood a single hard-backed chair facing into the room from which the soft murmur of low voices and noises was emerging. The chair was in darkness; it was unlikely that the occupants of the room could have seen it even if they hadn’t been concentrating on ‘other things’. There could be no doubt what Carmen’s intention was. I crossed to the chair like a zombie, sat down facing into the open doorway and stared into the softly lit room. It was indeed the guest bedroom. A large double bed stood against the wall opposite the door in a position no home owner would have chosen. There was no privacy; its entire mattress and any activity on the bed would be clearly visible to anyone outside ...
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